"No, it's chest hair, it's time to take a shower."

The lama quickly covered his clothes and folded his hands together.

"I am the eighth generation."

"Stop, stop, tell me, what else do you want to do."

Wang Ying is a person who is free and generous. The old lama's words really made him think of a way to deal with it.

When the lama heard this, he was very happy and felt that Wang Ying was on the way.

"Boss, take two drawers of buns in pack and take them away!"

Wang Ying touched his chin and thought to himself that he wanted to eat some buns. As for whether he was so cruel, I thought he would do it first. He deserved it if he had never hit someone.

The lama looks mysterious.

"If you are destined to be a good person, you won't eat two trays of buns for free. I'll give you this. If you go to the Cha Cha Tattoo House, you can give you a tattoo for free."

The lama handed Wang Ying a bullet shell.

"It's three drawers of buns and a bowl of millet porridge."

Wang Ying looked at the bullet shell and felt inexplicable, but then he thought about it and there was no loss in trying it.

Anyway, as long as you don’t join the army, Wang Ying will sacrifice everything.

The front door of the Cha Cha Tattoo Museum is very small. The first floor is full of various patterns for customers to choose from. The second floor is a special place for tattoos. There is only one boss in the tattoo shop with short hair and over 40 years old.

At the beginning, the boss's wife enthusiastically introduced him to various tattoos and prices, but when the boss's wife saw the bullet shell, her attitude seemed to have changed.

"Come here, the one below is not suitable for you."

Wang Ying was a little confused and followed the boss's wife to the second floor. The boss's wife handed Wang Ying an album, which included Transformers and Popeye, as well as Cherry Maruko and Ultraman.

"I'm running away, are you here to watch cartoons?"

The boss's wife looked disdainful.

"The person who comes with the bullet shell can only tattoo these patterns, you can choose one."

Wang Ying immediately suppressed himself, thinking about the Popeye on the chest of the lama just now.

"Are there any domineering people? Applicable to those who are over 8 years old?"

"Look at the end, is this wolf head domineering enough?"

When Wang Ying saw this wolf head, he was deeply attracted by it, but he just didn't understand what it means to put the wolf head and Popeye together.

"Okay, that's him."

Wang Ying went to the bed and thought to himself that he had taken advantage of it. If this thing is serious and has a lot of money, the power of this bullet shell is really great, and the appearance of that lama appears in his mind again.

The tattoo lasted for a full ten hours. Because he was anxious to go home, he didn't look at it carefully after the tattoo was finished.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Wang Ying opened the door to his home.

He watched his parents standing there and took off his coat very calmly.

"Mom, dad, look, I had a sudden idea today and tattooed myself."

Wang Ying smiled calmly, and had already made up his mind. He would not join the army anyway, so the rest would be done.

He saw his parents, like two hungry tigers, and rushed towards him.

This time I took action even more ruthless.

"You ungrateful wolf, I'm so old to raise you so big, I'm even tattooed with a ungrateful wolf! I'll kill you!"

At the beginning, Wang Ying didn't react to this sentence. It was not until he was almost beaten to death, lying on the bed, admiring his tattoos dyingly, that he saw that the domineering wolf head was actually white and had no eyeballs!!

"What the hell is this! You damn lama!"

Wang Ying lay on the bed and started to scold.

"Ah Yeh!"

In a small hotel, Gonggala sneezes.

"Which turtle is scolding me!"
Chapter completed!